Sea Lion Shores i can not boast

LMFAOo god

with a few seductive steps she was upon him, inhaling the rankness of his fishbreath and being all too intimately aware of the curve of his snaggle tooth. she expected some sort of clever quip and she got one; inwardly she nearly gagged at the idea of imbibing on his bone - she'd sooner prefer eating seal shit -- but she stayed true to her character's form, her roguish grin widening and amber eyes wide and soft. she tried to emulate the star-struck expression she knew guys went tail over chest for; you know, the expression all men hoped their paramors would expression when they first unsheathed their mighty sword.

only, sandpiper didn't find raptor's sword so mighty. she stifled a wince as he licked her - ew, contact. expertly she fended off any further unwelcoming probes of the deviant's tongue by casting her slender muzzle downwards to inspect the goods under the hood. "oh," she said dejectedly, pulling her head up to gaze forlornly into raptor's darkly masked face. "doesn't look like a very big one."